Sunflowers
Some years ago, I wrote quite a bit of poetry. I was even a member of a monthly poetry group. Lots of painful stuff happened then, and pain can be quite the muse for poetry, and writing in general. Today, I felt inspired to write a poem. Nothing particularly painful happened, rather, more of a wistful wondering, based on a chance encounter with a neighbor. It's a first draft, so likely it'll go through a few revisions before I feel like it's done. But here goes: "Sunflowers" Looking over the fence today, A neighbor was working in his yard. Not much different from my own Tending the lawn, Separating the despised weeds From the soft, green grass. As I watered my grass, I noticed a tall bunch of sunflowers Growing in the corner of my neighbor's yard. Lovely plants -- they reminded me of the blooms I once received as a gift. So, so tall -- The bright flowers rose higher than the fence. Then I realized what my neighbor was doing. The flow...